I am working in my parent's bakery when I guy comes in with one crutch. He obviously had trouble walking. He puts his crutch against the side of the wall. He then grabs a tray and gets some pastries. While he is there a lot of people show up and then he buys his pastries and then leaves. About half an hour later the crowd clears up. I then noticed his crutch against the wall, right where he left it. HE HAD FORGOTTEN HIS OWN CRUTCH! It is still at my parent's bakery. I wonder if he will come back.
"I have so much love to give, but no one to give it to."
The guy is so much like all of us once were, dependent on his crutch. Then one day (when he leasts expects it) it is left behind. At first he is worried what will he do? how will he manage without it? and yet much to his own surprise he soon finds that not only will he survive this loss but he can walk, yes even run! He looks back at his former dependence with a mixture of sadness and disbelief for all the time that he wasted relying on something that was of little real value to him. His loss was a blessing in disguise, he is whole once more.
